My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2551 -851: Sentinel Ts-006 Salutes You! Lord Administrator_2

“Of course, I heard that advancing to the Gold Stage isn’t that simple, so a pair of eyes is unlikely to break through your potential limits, but it doesn’t matter, this is just the first step!”

Beside Murphy, with his hands wearing bracelets that restrain Spiritual Energy but behaving not at all like a prisoner, Old Flynn explained academically while organizing surgical tools:

“The organ enhancement I perform has never been just a simple strengthening of destructive or defensive power, it’s a whole! Do you understand? Master Lena, the transplantation of the Eye of Blazing Fire is just the beginning! In my plan, the Ear of Hess is the second enhancement surgery, which can enhance your various senses.

There’s also the gland of the Mori Turtle as the third surgery.

Once implanted in the body, it will begin to transform your endocrine and hormones, stimulating your body to undergo a second development and greatly strengthening your immune system.

These three organs together will elevate your life form.

It will reborn you, making you a stronger life form!

This is the true meaning of organ enhancement!

What I pursue is a reusable power ritual, allowing someone as ungifted as myself to catch up with the steps of talents like you.

Unfortunately, the Mori Turtle, which can almost perfectly adapt to any environment, is also a rare creature in the Star Realm, protected by Wanderer Cui Tan, and it’s hard to capture a live one even at dusk.”

“If you keep talking in that crazy scientist tone, I’ll hit you, Lord Flynn!”

Lena scolded unhappily:

“I’m not your experiment subject. If it weren’t for revenge and to win back my pathetic dignity, I wouldn’t agree to such a transformation. I feel like I’ve become a monster.”

“Say what you will, but my research has yielded results, and this is an ideal that can’t be realized in the Circle Tower.”

Old Flynn sneered and said:

“And stop flaunting the prestige of the Lord of the Shaping Tower, your situation is not much better than mine.”

“Tell me about your organ enhancement project.”

Murphy timely intervened to stop the bickering between the two. He looked at Old Flynn with great interest and asked:

“Are there only three types of transformations in your project?”

“Of course not, dear Sir Murphy, the first three transformations are just the beginning, to strengthen the life form of the experimental subject enough to accept more rigorous subsequent transformation projects.”

Old Flynn heard a hint of a different flavor from Murphy’s ornate phrasing. He was as excited as an entrepreneur pitching for investment in front of a wealthy supporter, immediately straightening his waist and loudly said:

“Although I haven’t completed the technical route design for subsequent transformations, I can assure you, as long as I can continue my research, I will definitely pioneer a whole new enhancement system, allowing ordinary people without talent to fight like heroes and have more possibilities when climbing the path of power.

My preliminary plan involves seven transformations…”

“That’s too few!”

Murphy shook his head earnestly and said:

“At least nineteen! This is a conclusion I reached through precise calculations. You must complete nineteen transformations to forge an excellent mortal warrior into a Creator’s Battle General as powerful as a Demigod.

In fact, the creator’s blueprint already includes a similar warrior selection.

But unfortunately, that wonderful knowledge has been lost in the disaster of the collapse of the Golden Era, but perhaps you can use your wisdom and ingenuity to perfect it anew.

Flynn, I know you did wrong, but many people think you are not a bad person.

You still have the possibility of redemption.

And what I want to tell you is that the Black Disaster and Wolf People are not the only enemies this continent faces, you once joined Dusk, you know very well that those apocalypticists’ ultimate goal is to destroy the entire Era.

Granted, this Era isn’t perfect, and it can even be said to be filled with tragedy and chaos, but we live here, it is our everything.

You joined the Heretical Sect, proving you are a pitiable guy lacking grand ideals and correct guidance, so to prevent your creations from becoming the playthings of villains poisoning the world, I will give you what you’re missing!

Call it faith or behavioral rules; whatever the name, if you wish to continue your experiments within our system, you best recite it several times every morning and evening and believe it to be true.

Think of He Lu!

Think of the children like He Lu! We cannot be so selfish as humans. If there’s power to change the world, it should be used appropriately. Therefore, I want to ask for your help, to quickly complete your transformation project’s plan and then begin the experiments.

Mortals cannot resist Subspace Monsters!

We need new knowledge converging into weapons to transform our warriors, enhance our fighters, make them Angels of Death of the Creator! Let them shine and heat on every battlefield against Subspace.”

“I… apologize, my lord, your plan is monumental.”

Old Flynn was first shocked, then excited, and finally bewildered, awkward, and ashamed. He regarded Murphy as his confidant and felt uplifted by Sir Murphy’s grand description, but he remained rational and said:

“I alone can’t achieve such a large-scale design, let alone implement it.”

“All surviving researchers can be allocated to you, and all research results in this base are available for your use. If you need test subjects, my warriors will try their best to satisfy you.”